which he’d hung between the fence and the trunk of an orange tree.
He was snoring like a pig, his mouth kind of loose and open. His newspaper had fallen on the ground.
Then the devil spoke to me and I saw that there was a box of matches in his pocket.
I tore off a bit of paper without making any noise. I piled up the other bits of newspaper and set fire to the wick I’d made.
When the flames appeared right beneath his...I paused and asked earnestly, “Portuga, can I say ‘bum’?”
Well, it’s a bit rude and you should try to avoid it.“So what should we say instead of bum?”
“Posterior.” “What? That’s a new one.” “Posterior. POS-TER-I-OR.”
Well, when it started to burn under his bum’s posterior, I raced out the gate and watched through a hole in the fence to see what would happen.
He bellowed. He jumped up and grabbed his hammock. Then Gran came running and gave him a right scolding.
“‘I’m tired of telling you not to smoke in the hammock!’ And when she saw the burning newspaper she grumbled that she hadn’t read that one yet.”
The Portuguese chuckled heartily and I liked seeing him cheerful like that. “Didn’t they catch you?”
“They never found out. I only told Sweetie. If they caught me they’d have cut my balls off.”
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